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me to sell her four, which I refused to do and just gave them to her. Then my sewing machine broke down and no more Martha Stewart.
    We walk around a curve in silence until it straightens out.
    “So how’d you find out about Ray?”
    I tell her. And all the reasons I’ve decided to look these men up.
    “As long as you’re not trying to be slick and rekindle an old flame that burned out a century ago.”
    “Please. You should know me better. I understand that you can’t go back.”
    “I’m not sure if I could do it, but hey, this is why people go to shrinks! To get perspective. And that old cliché known as closure. Plus, what do you have to lose? Oh, hell, I see Velvet coming down the path. I would hold off telling all this to Violet, because she’ll probably miss the point. So tell me real quick, who’s up first?”
    “I think I should start with Abraham.”
    “Well, I would hope so.”

No matter how drunk you get, don’t count the guy you meet at the club and sleep with the very same night as a potential husband. It’ll never happen.” I’m trying to remember who said this, but I’m drawing a blank. Anyway, who was looking for a husband? We came to party. Which is why Wanda, Violet, and I, all underage and relying on fake IDs to get us into the club, were dressed in hot pink and orange and silver hot pants to make sure the fellas wouldn’t miss our curvy behinds or our A- to D-cup cleavage in those thin, tight tank tops. Our white platform boots with fake goldfish in those acrylic heels also didn’t hurt us any, which is why when we strolled toward the back of the long line, freezing our asses off, we pretended not to have any idea how good we looked and had the nerve to act surprised when the fellas started checking us out and “Hey, girl” and “Hey, baby” and wink-wink and “Please let me be yo’ man.” The big bouncer strolled down the line, reviewing all the girls like this was the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, and by the time he got to us, he said, “Y’all cover charge been covered.” Some of the girls left outside looked at us like they wanted to kick our asses. We strutted right on past them. We never paid when we wore these getups. And I, the only one not drowning in department-store cologne samples, rubbed a dab or three of oils I bought, and occasionally stole, from the health-food store meant to lure and intoxicate a fella or at least make him curious enough to ask, “What’s that you wearing? You sure smell good, girl.”
    I remember that as soon as I heard the first few chords of “Get Down Tonight,” I jumped up from my chair and ice-skated out onto the dance floor and started boogying by myself, and before I could sit down, “Boogie On Reggae Woman” ran right into it, and then “The Hustle,” and that’s when this tall, black, handsome fella walked out and just started doing the Bump with me. “You sure smell good,” he said, looking down at me, and I looked up, smiled as innocently as possible, and said, “Thank you.” Violet was dancing with an android, and Wanda said she remembered this like it was yesterday, because no one had asked her to dance, and that’s because she looked like she was mad about something. When “I Wanna Do Something Freaky to You” started in, the strobe lights were just spinning away, and I kept on dancing, and finally he said, “I’m Abraham, and who might you be?”
    “Georgia,” I said, and ordered my hips to give him one strong bump, then left him out there and strutted on back to my empty chair, where Wanda and Violet were sitting with their legs crossed, staring at him and then at me.
    I should’ve known right then and there when Abraham didn’t offer to buy me a drink that he was not meant to be on my Most Wanted List. But boy, oh, boy, how wrong I would be. He disappeared into the crowd, although I could see his blue or red or yellow Afro from time to time, and then he reappeared and asked me if I had come alone.